Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

An inch of country! ?

Zhou Dao looked at the broken wooden sign that had been blackened by insects and ants, and his expression became a little strange.

What an inch of country?

The sentence doesn't make sense, the words don't make sense!

However, this word has a bit of taste, dragons and snakes take off from the land, soaring into chaotic clouds, quite a sense of poverty.

Although it's a bit rough, but the more you look at it, the more it tastes right.

Just then, the door opened.

The old man Xu leaned out to cast, and glanced at Zhou Dao.

"Why don't you come in?"

"Uncle Xu, did you write this?" Zhou Dao pointed to the broken wooden sign beside him.

Old man Xu squinted and shook his head: "Written by a stinky landlord..."

While talking, old man Xu pulled the long gown that was draped over his body, and led Zhou Dao inside.

"He has a lot of land in his house, and he wrote a broken wooden sign to show it to me, which means that only this inch of land can be decided by me... The smell is unbearable." Old man Xu cursed, as if he had a deep feeling for the "stinky landlord" in his mouth resentment.

"See when your house will finish..."

Zhou Dao was startled, it seems that even the poorest people have a few rich relatives and friends.

"Uncle Xu, is that landlord your friend? At your age, you can definitely go to him. Does his family have a lot of land?" Zhou Dao asked casually.

Having said this, old man Xu suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked back at him.

"What... what's wrong?"

Old man Xu was silent, grinning, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"They have a lot of land and more people. The old man wants to see how the cubs will make a fuss when he dies... Hahaha..."

Old man Xu laughed out loud, very heartily, as if this was his greatest hope and joy in life.

Zhou Dao remained silent. It seemed that old man Xu had a lot of grievances with the "stinky landlord" he was talking about.

With this in mind, Zhou Dao didn't ask any more questions.

If the friendship is really deep, how could old man Xu be so old, still here alone, to be a watchman?

"Uncle Xu, what are these things in your yard?"

Zhou Dao took a glance and noticed that Uncle Xu's yard was full of sundries.

For example, the rusty wheels, the torn pages of books piled up in the corners, the broken and scattered stone statues, and many women's clothes... There are so many beautiful things, they are divided into different categories, and the yard is full, which is very similar to Zhou Dao's previous life... Recycling bin! ?

"Don't underestimate these things. Although they are a bit old and no one wants them, they were good things in the past. If you flip them around, they can still be sold at a good price." Old man Xu said leisurely.

"Sure enough..." Zhou Dao curled his lips and chose to remain silent.

Old man Xu's life is really difficult. In addition to playing shifts, he also has to rely on picking up junk to subsidize his life.

"Boy, what's that expression on your face?" Old man Xu glared, pulled Zhou Dao, and pointed to a blackened chain in the corner.

"Did you see it? That thing was dug out from the river mouth at the bottom of the river when the Nielong River stopped flowing."

As he spoke, Old Man Xu pointed to a rope on the crooked neck tree next to him.

"Look at that rope again...it was used by a great man to hang himself when he was young, but unfortunately he didn't die, and now it has become a disaster..."

"Did you see that stone? Do you know how many world-class sharp tools have been sharpened by that whetstone? You just happened to come here. The butcher Wang who slaughtered pigs in the next street just returned it to me."

"By the way, there's also that pile of torn books... a friend of mine who used to be a concierge came out of the academy. They're all out of print books!"

Old man Xu led Zhou Dao all the way,

Along the way, he introduced all kinds of broken... rare treasures in his collection.

Zhou Dao laughed awkwardly and remained silent.

The life of the old man is indeed a bit bitter, Zhou Dao thought about how to take care of him more in the future.

When I came to the house, there was a copper pot on the table with charcoal burning. The soup in the pot was thick and fragrant. The meat inside had been stewed badly, and the bone marrow had melted into the soup. Bamboo shoots, Cordyceps...

All kinds of aromas blend together, Zhou Dao is hungry.

"Uncle Xu, you are really... skilled in this skill." Zhou Dao couldn't help but sat down.

The taste of hot pot depends on three aspects, one is the ingredients, the other is the soup base, and the third is the sauce.

Needless to say, the ingredients of Uncle Xu's pot needn't be said much, just by looking at the color and smelling the aroma, you can tell that a lot of effort has been put into it.

The most important thing is the color of this soup, thick and white like milk, without the slightest aroma of ingredients, it is completely meaty.

This is quite a test of skill. The pots of many restaurants are made with various spices, and the taste is completely different, and if you eat too much, you will feel tired and upset your stomach.

"Hey..." Old man Xu grinned and said, "My recipe was given by a friend who works as a cook in the imperial capital."

Having said that, a flash of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

"Counting it all together, it's been a long time since I ate the dishes he cooked... It's a pity, I'm afraid I won't have the chance in the future..."

"Uncle Xu, your friend's prescription is really excellent." Zhou Dao couldn't help but pick up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

The meat is like fine nectar and jade fat, almost in the mouth, the aroma of the meat explodes completely, the lips and teeth are filled with fluid, mixed with the fat and thin meat, it enters the stomach, and the refreshing feeling reaches Tianling Gai.

"Uncle Xu, you can open a dog meat restaurant with your skills." Zhou Dao couldn't help but said.

This can be said to be the most delicious pot he has ever eaten.

With this skill, why do you beat people up?

Let's put it this way, Uncle Xu pointed out that this craft can make you rich.

"Hahaha, the young man can make the old man happy." Uncle Xu waved his hand and said, "It's only done once in a while. To eat this kind of pot, the ingredients are very important."

While talking, Uncle Xu took a deep look at Zhou Dao: "It's not common to see a dog like this."

Uncle Xu sat down, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a sip.

"Xiao Zhou, do you know what dog meat is the best?"

"I heard that the meat of the dog monster is the best. The higher the cultivation base, the better the taste." Zhou Dao couldn't help but said.

This aspect is also recorded in the "Monster Yusi Work Manual". In ancient times, some Taoist priests practiced hard in the snowy mountains. Their favorite thing was hunting dog demons and cooking fragrant meat, saying that it was the most beautiful meat in the world.

Even in ancient times, there was a powerful person who specially compiled a "Dog Monster Food Collection Record", which recorded the taste and cooking methods of 736 kinds of dog monsters in the world. It is said that it is still preserved in the Royal Library. .

According to the records in that book, the higher the cultivation level, the better the taste.

In today's world, the most delicious dog meat should be the big demon dog in Boyue Cave among the seventy-two cave demon kings.

However, it is said that the big dog demon was seriously injured when he was not yet able to achieve supernatural powers, and his leg was chopped off, so he was extremely cold and cautious, and rarely came out of his hole to show up in the world.

What's more, if his cultivation base is so advanced, there are few people in the world who can touch him in the slightest.

After all, that is the Demon King!

"Dog demon...that's not what ordinary people eat..." Old man Xu said with his eyes narrowed as he drank the wine.

"Uncle Xu, what's the best dog meat you've ever eaten?" Zhou Dao picked up a piece of meat and asked casually.

"When I was young, a friend cooked a dog leg, it was really delicious in the world!!"

Uncle Xu couldn't help but smacked his lips as he spoke.